Life’s Cage

As I get older time gets shorter.

As my life gets shorter I get more confused.

Was I not to head somewhere?

Was I not meant for something more?

Where are you, love?

Where are you, security?

Where are you, independence?

I get older and my time gets shorter.

I’ve lost and yet…trapped.

Trapped in a life that doesn’t want me.

TRAPPED.

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